01-27-2016, 01:52 PM
Ururu gave one last glare at the spirit who apparently had ceased to entertain her in any way, shape or form. Not that she was enjoying this, but it seemed like their host was a shade of his former self. Which gave Ururu a snort but no reprisal ever came forward from Hikaru for the lame joke or the pun. At least Kopaka allotted her a reason to roll her eyes, though hardly satisfying. Small universe and yet so quiet.
Her soul was far more silent than it ever been. Even before she had invented her cloning technique… her mind and body had been a wealth of activity, and now-
“Minato-sensei!” Someone yelled in the background amidst all the sheep willingly delivering vows that they’d help their abductor. Were so many people here power hungry or willingly blind to the fact that they were being used? Probably all for Omni’s benefit-
Wait a second, Ururu thought as her mind fell back to exactly what she had heard. There was no fucking way that could be what she just heard. Sure there were ‘ninja’ in the Omniverse. The number of worlds that had added their number to this place practically insured it but… out of everyone, everything. The number of those she respected could be counted on only a handful of fingers and only five of them were friends and family.
The others, well some of they were standing as a duo none too far from her. Hikaru and Ururu had often talked about what it would be like to actually meet respectable shinobi. Hours and days had gone by with them discussing if history stood up to real life. Here was a chance to do just that, to discover what they had gotten right and wrong in their attempt to uncover the true history of the Shinobi people.
Moving quickly, Ururu rose in single movement and pressed her who way through the various groups of people until she could clearly see the faces attached to the voice she had heard. “Yondaime Namikaze Minata-sama…!” Ururu choked out breathlessly before more words found their way past her oh so well-guarded her tongue and teeth, “Rokudaime Hatake Kakashi-sama…-”
She froze, had she really addressed two major historical figures in such a… low brow, fashion. Interrupting a conversation that could be years in the making? Where was her vow of being unbiased to history and not influencing her representation of such to the world at large? What secrets could she have gleaned had she not just-
Fuck that. They were also the two best chances for Ururu to recover Hikaru. If the spirit was really powerful enough she could use it to restore Hikaru and any damage that had been done due to severing the connection- maybe even protecting it from something similar from every happening again.
Hikaru came before anything else even her dedication to history and its’ secrets. Though as technical strangers she’d have to readjust how she approached the situation.
“Forgive me please Yondaime-sama, Rokudaime-sama.” Ururu rebounded into a much for formal dialect of language and quick but low bow to each, “In my enthusiasm I forgot myself.”
After taking a moment to actually look at the situation she noticed two important facts. The one who looked to be Hatake Kakashi was far younger than many of the pictures she had found of him. Second was Namikaze Minato’s sclera that really caught her off guard and possibly blew one of her biggest theories of the Omniverse out of the water. Omni didn’t pluck people out of their prime, or their most powerful point in life or not always as was the case here… twice over. If she had anything to go on it the was last words she picked up on the conversation. Asking about the Nanadama Hokage… but for Minato, if he hadn’t been abducted by Omni after his own impure resurrection… that meant.
The day he died?
Uncovering the truth about that day had been one of her biggest expeditions and dangerous. The decade after the Fourth’s death was one of the harshest blackouts of information in the era following the Third Great Shinobi War. Any article pertaining to Jinchuuriki was stricken from public records in accordance to the Yondaime Hokage’s law and subsequent laws from the Fourth Great Shinobi War regarding weapons of mass destruction meant researching such things was as illegal.
For the life of her, she never did manage to find out who the last host of Kyuubi was after Nanadaime Hokage or for that matter any of the others.
Her soul was far more silent than it ever been. Even before she had invented her cloning technique… her mind and body had been a wealth of activity, and now-
“Minato-sensei!” Someone yelled in the background amidst all the sheep willingly delivering vows that they’d help their abductor. Were so many people here power hungry or willingly blind to the fact that they were being used? Probably all for Omni’s benefit-
Wait a second, Ururu thought as her mind fell back to exactly what she had heard. There was no fucking way that could be what she just heard. Sure there were ‘ninja’ in the Omniverse. The number of worlds that had added their number to this place practically insured it but… out of everyone, everything. The number of those she respected could be counted on only a handful of fingers and only five of them were friends and family.
The others, well some of they were standing as a duo none too far from her. Hikaru and Ururu had often talked about what it would be like to actually meet respectable shinobi. Hours and days had gone by with them discussing if history stood up to real life. Here was a chance to do just that, to discover what they had gotten right and wrong in their attempt to uncover the true history of the Shinobi people.
Moving quickly, Ururu rose in single movement and pressed her who way through the various groups of people until she could clearly see the faces attached to the voice she had heard. “Yondaime Namikaze Minata-sama…!” Ururu choked out breathlessly before more words found their way past her oh so well-guarded her tongue and teeth, “Rokudaime Hatake Kakashi-sama…-”
She froze, had she really addressed two major historical figures in such a… low brow, fashion. Interrupting a conversation that could be years in the making? Where was her vow of being unbiased to history and not influencing her representation of such to the world at large? What secrets could she have gleaned had she not just-
Fuck that. They were also the two best chances for Ururu to recover Hikaru. If the spirit was really powerful enough she could use it to restore Hikaru and any damage that had been done due to severing the connection- maybe even protecting it from something similar from every happening again.
Hikaru came before anything else even her dedication to history and its’ secrets. Though as technical strangers she’d have to readjust how she approached the situation.
“Forgive me please Yondaime-sama, Rokudaime-sama.” Ururu rebounded into a much for formal dialect of language and quick but low bow to each, “In my enthusiasm I forgot myself.”
After taking a moment to actually look at the situation she noticed two important facts. The one who looked to be Hatake Kakashi was far younger than many of the pictures she had found of him. Second was Namikaze Minato’s sclera that really caught her off guard and possibly blew one of her biggest theories of the Omniverse out of the water. Omni didn’t pluck people out of their prime, or their most powerful point in life or not always as was the case here… twice over. If she had anything to go on it the was last words she picked up on the conversation. Asking about the Nanadama Hokage… but for Minato, if he hadn’t been abducted by Omni after his own impure resurrection… that meant.
The day he died?
Uncovering the truth about that day had been one of her biggest expeditions and dangerous. The decade after the Fourth’s death was one of the harshest blackouts of information in the era following the Third Great Shinobi War. Any article pertaining to Jinchuuriki was stricken from public records in accordance to the Yondaime Hokage’s law and subsequent laws from the Fourth Great Shinobi War regarding weapons of mass destruction meant researching such things was as illegal.
For the life of her, she never did manage to find out who the last host of Kyuubi was after Nanadaime Hokage or for that matter any of the others.